Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.